"Erqiang, why did you die like this? With the elderly and children at home waiting for you to take care of them!"
At this moment, a cry came from nearby, followed by a man in his thirties rushing to the side of the man drenched in blood, hugging him tightly and shaking him vigorously.
Yang Cheng frowned deeply; a person who fell from a height likely has fractured bones, and such vigorous shaking could cause the broken bones to puncture internal organs.
Even if one does not understand this reasoning, any sensible person would not shake a severely injured individual so forcefully; it seems as if he is intentionally trying to put him to death.
"Stop!"
Yang Cheng shouted to halt.
The man's movements stiffened slightly, and he looked up at him with resentment, "What are you doing? You people killed my brother; am I not allowed to cry?"
"Who said he is dead?"
Yang Cheng asked coldly.
